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Sloop John B
613 156
Rock
Sloop John B est sorti le 16 mai 1966 par Capitol Records dans le cadre de l'album Pet Sounds
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Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Brian Wilson
Brian Wilson
Chœurs
Mike Love
Mike Love
Chœurs
Steve Douglas
Steve Douglas
Temple blocks
Jim Horn
Jim Horn
Flûte
Jay Migliori
Jay Migliori
Flûte
Al De Lory
Al De Lory
Piano préparé
Jack Nimitz
Jack Nimitz
Saxophone basse
Al Casey
Al Casey
Guitare rythmique acoustique
Jerry Cole
Jerry Cole
Guitare électrique à 12 cordes
Billy Strange
Billy Strange
Guitare électrique à 12 cordes
Carol Kaye
Carol Kaye
Guitare basse
Lyle Ritz
Lyle Ritz
Contrebasse
Hal Blaine
Hal Blaine
Batterie
Frank Capp
Frank Capp
Glockenspiel
Al Jardine
Al Jardine
Chœurs
Bruce Johnston
Bruce Johnston
Chœurs
Carl Wilson
Carl Wilson
Chœurs
Dennis Wilson
Dennis Wilson
Chœurs
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Brian Wilson
Brian Wilson
Arrangement (traditionnel)
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Brian Wilson
Brian Wilson
Production
Chuck Britz
Chuck Britz
Ingénierie
Mark Linett
Mark Linett
Ingénierie de mixage

Paroles

[Verse 1]
We come on the sloop John B
My grandfather and me
Around Nassau town, we did roam
Drinkin' all night
Got into a fight
Well, I feel so broke up
I wanna go home
[Chorus]
So hoist up the John B's sail
See how the mainsail sets
Call for the captain ashore, let me go home
Let me go home
I wanna go home, yeah, yeah
Well, I feel so broke up
I wanna go home
[Verse 2]
The first mate, he got drunk
And broke in the captain's trunk
The constable had to come and take him away
Sheriff John Stone
Why don't you leave me alone? Yeah, yeah
Well, I feel so broke up
I wanna go home
[Chorus]
So hoist up the John B's sail
See how the mainsail sets
Call for the captain ashore, let me go home
Let me go home
I wanna go
Home, let me go home
Home
Feel so broke up
I wanna go home
[Verse 3]
The poor cook, he caught the fit
And threw away all my grits
And then he took and he ate up all of my corn
Let me go home
Why don't they let me go home?
This is the worst trip I've ever been on
[Chorus]
So hoist up the John B's sail
See how the mainsail sets
Call for the captain ashore, let me go home
Let me go home
I wanna go
Home, let me go home
Home
Written by: Brian Wilson
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